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- A throwing knife, buried into the back of the Grimm. But who had thrown it?
- A single strand of straw drifted past my eye. Following from whence it had come I looked up, flinching slightly as I found myself staring into a pair of golden eyes. Balanced on the edge of the roof, looking down at me from above the dark grey cloth mask. The woman from earlier crouched silently out of reach.
- She seemed as surprised as I did, though perhaps that was surprise I'd even noticed her.
- —Forged Destiny [Book 1: Ch. 3]
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